Chapter 980: Slap to death with one palm!

"By you, you don't deserve to know my name!"

Although Ye Fan's voice was not loud, it exploded in the dojo like thunder shaking the ground.

Not worthy?

This harsh word is like a sharp sword that pierces straight into Watanabe Taro's chest.

For a moment, Watanabe Taro's eyes were red, and his forehead was full of blue veins. A sudden burst of anger suddenly burst into his heart, and he shouted:

"Arrogant! A stinky brat who doesn't know the world is high, do you know who I am? I, Taro Watanabe, practice martial arts at the age of eight, became the disciple of the Amano Sect Master at the age of twelve, and won the title of "Don't Xu Ji Chuan" at the age of twenty-two. I have challenged more than a dozen sword masters and have never lost any results! In the future, legends about me will definitely be circulated in the martial arts world of Japan!"

The voice of Taro Watanabe was full of pride.

In fact, he also has the capital of pride.

The exemption from Xu Ji's teachings is the highest title given to disciples by the Japanese sect.

The so-called "free" means obtaining the qualification to tell others the name of their own genre.

The so-called "all pass on" means learning all the techniques in the school.

Currently, there are less than ten disciples who can obtain the title of "Don't Xu Ji Chuan" in Shinto Wuming River, and Taro Watanabe is the youngest one.

If there is no accident, in the near future, he will become the successor of Amano Gengoro, in charge of the entire Shinto Wumingliu, and be named a swordsman, and be famous in history.

But now, Ye Fan said wildly, saying that he was not worthy of knowing his name, how could he not be angry?

The anger that had accumulated for a long time could no longer be suppressed and finally exploded completely at this moment.

"Ho huh huh!!!"

Deep in the throat of Taro Watanabe, a beast-like roar was heard, and his aura surged, as if he had changed his own person, and the light of choosing someone was blooming in his eyes.

"Go to die for that boy!"

Taro Watanabe shouted loudly, and his body suddenly jumped up like a goshawk. The Takura tore the air and drew a sharp trajectory in the sky.

He held the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands and slashed at Ye Fan's face with force, as if he was about to slash him into two.

The Shinto Wuming Flow is actually a variant of the One-Sword Flow, with the core being "one-hit kill".

If the opponent blocks it, he will practice a knife and lead someone to cut it off. If the opponent attacks, he will have the determination to burn both jade and stones and will never stop the knife.

As the saying goes, you will never hesitate when the first knife is, and you will never slash the second knife!

On the battlefield, killing or being killed will be decided in an instant. In a warrior showdown, the initial blow is usually the last blow.

This genre was born in the purgatory battlefield of blood and fire countless times. It requires warriors to quickly concentrate, perform a knowing blow on the enemy, and kill the opponent before being slashed!

At this moment, Watanabe Taro's whole body was completely integrated into the sword, and he shouted:

"The secret - slash with a sword against the wind!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his speed was as fast as a strong wind, and it had exceeded the limit of being captured by the naked eye. In the eyes of ordinary people, it seemed to disappear out of thin air.

A sword in the wind is one of the strongest secrets of the way of God without thoughts. If you will get a sword, you will get it, and those who are in charge will not be forgiven.

Once this move is used, let alone a physical body, even when facing a 12-level hurricane, it can be split.

"See!"

The sword light is like a pool of autumn water, which is refreshing and cold, and is breathtaking.

At this moment, in Taro Watanabe's eyes, Ye Fan was already a corpse and there was no possibility of surviving.

...

Ten meters!

Five meters!

Three meters!

One meter!

The sharp blade of the blade is getting closer and closer to Ye Fan's face.

However, Ye Fan not only did not dodge or avoid, there was no change in his face, as if he did not take this "slash against the wind" seriously.

"The flies are tiny! Your Japanese aura is ridiculous, and you dare to compare with the magical skills of our great China!"

Ye Fan said, raised his right hand and slapped forward.

The movement was light and soft, as if it was slapping a fly, as if it had no lethality.

At first glance, Ye Fan's "resistance" was like a mantis armed with a chariot, a swaying a swaying tree, and overestimating his abilities.

Ye Fan's palm was completely incomparable to the Tai Knife forged by fine steel, as if he was about to be cut to death in the next moment.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred in the field.

"boom!"

Ye Fan's palm instantly expanded and turned into a giant pillar that held the power of destroying the world. It smashed towards Watanabe Taro from the sky, and the air around him made sounds of sound explosions.

For a moment, the wind and clouds changed color, and ghosts were afraid of gods.

In an instant, Watanabe Taro's gaze was completely covered by the huge palms like this mountain.

This sudden change made him frightened and his heart was filled with unprecedented fear. Every inch of skin, every muscle, and every bone seemed to be under great pressure and was about to be torn apart.

The scene that happened in front of him was completely beyond his imagination and made him tremble in the depths of his soul.

In terms of momentum, Ye Fan's huge palm was many times stronger than his slash in the wind.

At the critical moment, Taro Watanabe's eyes trembled, and he burst out with a strong will to survive. He quickly retracted the Tadao and wanted to block it.

At this moment, the giant palm hit and fell, like a blue sky falling down, enough to make the land in China sink.

"Zheng!"

The next moment, Taidao let out a wailing cry, as fragile as if it was made of paper, instantly shattering into thousands of fragments.

Immediately afterwards, the giant palm continued to fall and pressed hard towards Taro Watanabe's body.

"boom!"

A loud noise came, and the entire dojo shook, as if an earthquake occurred.

The terrifying aftermath of energy leaked out, and the invisible wave of air swept all the disciples of the training hall in the field to the ground.

After a while, the disciples of the military training hall struggled to get up, stretched their necks and looked at the original position of Taro Watanabe.

The next moment, they seemed to have seen something incredible, their pupils suddenly contracted into a needle-shaped shape, and their bodies were shocked as if they were electrocuted.

Looking from afar, I saw a deep pit on the ground, with a diameter of seven or eight meters and a depth of one meter, as if it was bombed by artillery shells.

In the middle of the deep pit, there is nothing left, where is the shadow of Taro Watanabe?

But if you look closely, you can see a dark red blood stain in the middle of the deep pit.

Watanabe Taro, the senior brother of Shinto Wunianliu, and the martial arts genius of Japan, were actually shot to death under Ye Fan's palm!

Not only was he photographed to death, but his corpse was still gone and destroyed, and even his bones were not left.

...

quiet!

Deadly silence!

For a moment, in the huge temple, there was a silence, and the falling needles could be heard.

The disciples of the military training hall all stood there as if they were petrified, unable to move.

Invisibly, it seemed as if a hand was squeezing their hearts, almost suffocating.

"hiss!"

It took a long time before everyone came to their senses and couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning, and was shocked.

Shocked!

An unprecedented shock!

It is impossible to describe their feelings at this moment in words.

Ye Fan's attack just now had surpassed the realm of mortals, as if the gods carried Mount Sumeru and fell from the nine heavens.

Even their master Gengoro Amano will probably be unstoppable.

However, after doing all this, Ye Fan's face did not change his expression and slowly withdrew his right palm behind him. His calm and gentle look was like he had done something insignificant and didn't care at all.

There is a saying circulating in the martial arts world—

All the masters are ants!

The master is like a dragon, and is an existence that millions of people look up to, and mortals cannot defeat their sharpness at all.

But among the masters, there are also three or sixty-nine levels.

Among the powerful masters, there is also a saying that circulates—

All under the throne of heaven are ants!

Now, Ye Fan's strength has reached a very exaggerated level, and he can even kill masters at the early stage of the Heavenly Realm in seconds.

In Ye Fan's eyes, Japanese swordsmen like Taro Watanabe are just ants. Even if they are killed, they will not frown.

Suddenly, Ye Fan's eyes were like lightning, sweeping across the faces of many disciples in the training hall, and sternly said:

"Now, you can let your sect leader come out to see me! If he is afraid to fight, I will wash the military training hall today, let the Shinto Wuming flow disappear into this world!"

Hearing these words, the disciples of the Military Training Hall were so scared that they were trembling, their livers and gallbladders were broken, and they were almost fainted.

At this moment, deep in the temple, an old voice rolled in like the thunder of the nine heavens:

"Who dares to be presumptuous in the military training hall? Don't you take me Amano Gengoro seriously?!"
Chapter completed!